Shantelle Jacobs is a successful Australian Stonemason hired by the FIA to carve two massive sandstone Formula One cars at the entrance to the Paddock of the 2014 Australian Grand Prix, Albert Park, Melbourne, as a new feature. Kimi Räikkönen is the 2007 World Champion, and Nicolas Prost is the eldest son of 4 time World champion Alain Prost. When Shantelle meets Kimi for the first time, she clearly isn't impressed. He isn't her type, wouldn't have any time for her, and she couldn't see herself moving to Europe to play happy families with him while he spent most of his time racing cars. Then she meets Nico, and whether it is his irresistible French charm despite the fact he races cars, she connects with him, she can relate to him...she falls in love with him... But when everything goes pear-shaped with her and Nico, she turns to the one person she never thought she could ever love... The Iceman... Kimi Räikkönen. **Belonging to the Iceman is a work of fiction. As such, it should not be read as a factual account of events or as a biography. While many characters of the story bear the names of actual people, they and their actions have been imagined by the author and should be considered products of the imagination. This story is fictional, and the events did not happen. It is written and re-produced here online for the purposes of entertainment only.**

In charge of (trying) to reign in the world famous Kimi Raikkonen is no mean feat, but throw in the fact that his press officer is also practically his PA and that she's a few years younger than him, will her job run away with her or will she have the wayward driver in the palm of her hand? Warning: occasional strong language

Formula one/ Kimi Raikkonen fan fic.

@kimiraikkonen is following you now.

Malu raised her eyebrow, trying to understand the situation. "So she gave you a divorce." Kimi picked up the vodka. "Yes, that's what I said." "Because she thought you were having an affair with..." "Ricciardo." He took a massive sip from the bottle. "She thought I was hitting on Daniel." "You weren't?" "For fuck's sake, take pity on me." He sampled the vodka again. "I'm so miserable I'm even searching consolation from a mobster." He drank a bit more vodka. "I'm not at my best...but I can arrange something for your ex. Nothing lethal, just scary." Kimi shook his head. "Go out on a date with me." "Okay, that's scary." °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°